(Am)star boy.

Ev ’ry day a put you in the worst mood, (G)ah.

Ev ’ry day a clean er than your church shoes, (F)ah.

Mil li point that two, just to hurt you, (G)ah.

Pock ets o ver Lamb’ just to tease you, (Am)ah.

Com ing for the king, that’s a lease too, (G)ah.

Made your whole year in a week too, (F)ah.

Main No com pe ti tion, I don’t real ly lis ten.

ah.

I’m in the Side bitch out of your New E di tion.

(Am)ah.

House so emp ty, need a cen ter piece.

Twen ty racks, a ta ble carved from eb on y.

Cut that i v’ry in to skin ny piec (Dm6)es, then she clean it with her face.

Well, I love my ba (Am)by.

You talk in’ mon ey, need a hear in’ aid.

You talk in’ ’bout me; I don’t see a shade.

Switch out my side, I’ll take an y lane.

I’ll switch out my (CN.C.)car if I kill an y pain.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ fuck in’ (Am)star boy.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ fuck in’ (Am)star boy.

Ev ’ry day a nig ga try to test me, (G)ah.

Ev ’ry day a nig ga try to end me, (F)ah.

Pull off in that Road ster to S V, (G)ah.

Pock ets o ver weight, get tin’ hef ty, (Am)ah.

Com ing for the king, that’s a far cry, (G)I, I come a live in the fall time, (F)ah.

Main No com pe ti tion, I don’t real ly lis ten.

ah.

I’m in the blue Mul sanne bump ing New E di tion.

(Am)ah.

House so emp ty, need a cen ter piece.

Twen ty racks, a ta ble carved from eb on y.

Cut that i v’ry in to skin ny piec (Dm6)es, then she clean it with her face.

Well, I love my ba (Am)by.

You talk in’ mon ey, need a hear in’ aid.

You talk in’ ’bout me; I don’t see a shade.

Switch out my side, I’ll take an y lane.

I’ll switch out my (CN.C.)car if I kill an y pain.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ fuck in’ (Am)star boy.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ fuck in’ (Am)star boy.

Let a nig ga Brad Pitt.

(G5)Leg end of the Fall took the (C5)year like a ban dit.

(Fsus2)Buy my ma a crib and a brand new wag on; (G)now she hit the gro c’ry shop look in’ lav ish.

(A5)Star Trek groove in that Wrath of Khan.

(G5)Girls get loose when they (C5)hear this song.

A (Fsus2)hun dred on the dash get me close to God.

We don’t (G)pray for love; we just pray for cars.

House so emp ty, need a cen ter piece.

Twen ty racks, a (Csus2)ta ble carved from eb on y.

Cut that i v’ry in to skin ny piec (G)es, then she clean it with her face.

Well, I love my ba (Am)by.

You talk in’ mon ey, need a hear in’ aid.

You talk in’ (Csus2)’bout me; I don’t see a shade.

Switch out my side, I’ll take an y lane.

I’ll switch out my (CN.C.)car if I kill an y pain.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ fuck in’ (Am)star boy.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ fuck in’ (Am)star boy.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ fuck in’ (Am)star boy.